But Zhang Zhaomu consciously refrained from raising this question.
He checked the time and said, "Then I'll be going now. I should get to school soon after I finish my bowl of noodles."
Why bother going to the restaurant? Just eat here.
Duan Chan'er said casually, "Anyway, I need to prepare breakfast for myself."
"Uh, no need to trouble yourself." Zhang Zhaomu quickly waved his hand.
"What, is the class monitor embarrassed?" Duan Chan'er's tone was slightly teasing. "Or are you afraid my cooking is too bad and will taste terrible?"
"No, just look at your kitchen, I can tell your cooking skills are absolutely top-notch!" Zhang Zhaomu quickly affirmed.
He really wanted to try Duan Chan'er's cooking. Regardless of how well it tasted, the fact that he could eat breakfast made by the school's famous literary girl would definitely make the boys who had a crush on her grind their teeth.
Unfortunately, he had more important things to do.
" Chen Zhenzhen and I made plans to have rice noodles together this morning."
Actually, no, Zhang Zhaomu was just worried about Chen Zhenzhen's anger last night and planned to bump into her at the noodle shop in the morning to try and ease the tension.
"I see." Duan Chan'er didn't press the matter, saying, "You two have such a good relationship."
"Best friends, of course." Zhang Zhaomu said matter-of-factly, "I'm not her father, but I'm more like one to her. How could we not be close?"
Duan Chan'er chuckled, "Do you boys really enjoy being someone's father that much?"
Although among all the learning data she had seen, having others call someone "dad" was an essential element in relevant scenarios.
He even added similar plots to the novels he wrote.
But I've never quite understood her obsession with boys.
"No, not really," Zhang Zhaomu quickly explained, "I was just joking with Chen Zhen like that."
"That's wonderful," Duan Chan'er couldn't help but sigh, "I'm a little envious."
"Huh?" Zhang Zhaomu was taken aback, even his Refined persona couldn't stop his thoughtless words. "What's there to envy? If you don't mind, I can be your dad too."
Duan Chan'er: "..."
"That's not what I meant!" Zhang Zhaomu immediately realized what he meant and quickly waved his hands. "What I meant was... it's just..."
"No need to explain." Duan Chan'er rolled her eyes. "I know you just blurted it out. I'll forgive you this time, but don't say things like that to take advantage of me again!"
"Okay!" Zhang Zhaomu made a gesture of pulling a chain on his mouth, then pointed to the door.
Duan Chan'er nodded.
Stepping outside, Zhang Zhaomu felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders.
How embarrassing! I actually said something like "be your father" to him... Luckily, Duan Chan'er has a good temper and wasn't really angry.
Why does it seem like the " Refined " persona is increasingly unable to control her tongue? She even revealed her true nature in front of Duan Chan'er?
Despite feeling sleepy, I walked to Liu's Noodle Shop, and even after finishing a bowl of red soup rice noodles, I still didn't see Chen Zhenzhen.
"Has this guy changed his taste today?"
With the morning self-study time fast approaching, Zhang Zhaomu didn't wait any longer. He climbed over the wall into the school through the alley and, when he got to the teaching building, he peeked at the door of the science class.
Chen Zhenzhen was already seated in her place, wearing the pleated skirt and cream-white shirt she had bought during her first image makeover. She stood out even in the crowd.
Zhang Zhaomu waved from the doorway. Chen Zhenzhen looked up, glanced at him, and then looked away expressionlessly.
Wang Qianzi was sitting next to him, winked at him and then whispered something in Chen Zhenzhen's ear, which earned her a glare from Chen Zhenzhen.
So Wang Qianzi behaved herself.
Seeing that Chen Zhenzhen had no intention of leaving her seat to come find him, Zhang Zhaomu stood awkwardly at the door. He looked at the hostile gazes in the classroom and wanted to muster up the courage to go in, but a voice came from behind him.
What are you doing standing at the door?
Zhang Zhaomu turned around and saw a class of exceptionally intelligent homeroom teachers.
The courage she had finally mustered vanished instantly, and Zhang Zhaomu said guiltily, "N-nothing... I didn't do anything."
"Then go back to your own class!" The homeroom teacher of Class One scrutinized Zhang Zhaomu: "Don't loiter around here if you have nothing to do; you're disturbing others' studies."
Zhang Zhaomu could sense the wariness and displeasure in his tone.
It feels like this guy recognized me... And what's with the "disrupting others' studies" thing? Isn't that a veiled jab at me?
Damn, the teachers at Xinxi No. 1 High School seem to be of the same ilk when it comes to being sarcastic and sarcastic!
Zhang Zhaomu nodded obediently, "Okay, teacher! I'll be going now."
As she turned around, she stole another glance at Chen Zhenzhen and noticed that the other woman had a gloating smile on her face.
You rascal Chen Zhen! You were just pretending to be expressionless, and now you've already broken character?
Once I've appeased you, I'll get my revenge for mocking me!
He slunk up to the third floor, entered the classroom through the back door, and greeted Xiang Qing, who was already there, before sitting down.
Good morning.
Xiang Qing replied softly, "Good morning..."
"Oh, you can say three words today?" Zhang Zhaomu leaned on the table, looking at the other person from the side.
Xiang Qing's cheeks began to flush slightly again.
"You need to practice communicating more," Zhang Zhaomu laughed. "You just don't talk enough, that's why you can't say what you want to say."
"If this continues, he'll become Little Mute."
"I..." Xiang Qing's lips parted slightly, trying to explain, "No!"
"Not what?" Zhang Zhaomu suddenly found it quite amusing to tease the other person like this.
Who could resist admiring the slight blush on a fairy-like young girl's face first thing in the morning?
Xiang Qing took out paper and pen and quickly wrote:
"I'm not Little Mute! I can speak! My mom even enrolled me in a public speaking class before, and the teacher praised me for my excellent speaking skills!"
There was a hint of annoyance in his words.
"Then tell me," Zhang Zhaomu said with a smile, deliberately refusing to take the note.
Xiang Qing bit her lip and wrote, "I'm not used to it yet. I feel strange talking to boys."
"Then he'll remain Little Mute," Zhang Zhaomu concluded with a wicked sense of humor.
Xiang Qing's strokes suddenly became much heavier, so much so that the pen tip made a distinct scraping sound as it passed through the paper on the table, "No!"
"Don't say that to me, it'll make me angry!!"
They even added an extra exclamation mark.
The fact that she could give advance warning when she was angry made Zhang Zhaomu find it kind of cute, and he couldn't help but want to provoke her into real anger to see how she would react...
Then she quickly came to her senses; that damned "cat" persona was still in full swing! She hadn't even managed to appease Chen Zhenzhen yet!
"Okay, I understand." Zhang Zhaomu stopped there and said, "I believe you'll get used to it gradually. If you don't mind, I can practice with you often."